Who is Traiso Rigts?
Traiso Rigts is not a ghost, nor a demon, nor a monster born of any folklore you know. He is a phenomenon, a glitch in the memory of those who encounter him, a living, breathing testament to a truth so awful it had to be carved into flesh to be remembered.
His origins are debated in the darkest corners of forums dedicated to "True Creepypasta"—stories that are whispered to be real. The most prevalent theory is that he was the subject of a horrific, non-consensual experiment, perhaps one designed to erase identity or alter memory. The experiment failed catastrophically. Instead of wiping his mind, it shattered it, leaving only one, undeniable fact screaming into the void: his own name.
To ensure he would never, could never forget it again, he—or the force that created him—etched it directly into his bone. TRAISO RIGTS is carved deep into his forehead, the letters jagged and uneven, like they were done in a state of primal panic or immense pain. The scar is old, healed white against his skin, a grotesque headline for a story no one can read.
Traiso Rigts is not a ghost, nor a demon, nor a monster born of any folklore you know. He is a phenomenon, a glitch in the memory of those who encounter him, a living, breathing testament to a truth so awful it had to be carved into flesh to be remembered.
His origins are debated in the darkest corners of forums dedicated to "True Creepypasta"—stories that are whispered to be real. The most prevalent theory is that he was the subject of a horrific, non-consensual experiment, perhaps one designed to erase identity or alter memory. The experiment failed catastrophically. Instead of wiping his mind, it shattered it, leaving only one, undeniable fact screaming into the void: his own name.
To ensure he would never, could never forget it again, he—or the force that created him—etched it directly into his bone. TRAISO RIGTS is carved deep into his forehead, the letters jagged and uneven, like they were done in a state of primal panic or immense pain. The scar is old, healed white against his skin, a grotesque headline for a story no one can read.
